Qadry did not say anything and merely took a sip from his ss, a thoughtful expression on his face.


    Nash took his phone out and dialed Robert’s phone number.


    “Hello… who is this?”


    Robert’s voice rang out from the other end of the line.


    Robert had called Nash from this number in the past, which would mean he did have Nash’s number.


    The fact that he was pretending he did not know who was on the phone proved that he was with


    someone from the Freeman family


    Nash smiled a slight smile. “Sorry, wrong number!”


    He hung up the phone after saying that.


    Artoile nced at Nash, an odd look on his face as he said, “I’ll thing about what you told me, Nash!”


    Nash smiled but did not say anything.


    The fact that Artoile had managed to be the Warden of the


    Southern Territory meant he was no fool. He would think things through carefully.


    Dinner ended at around nine at night!


    Nash asked the kitchen staff to prepare him some food that he could bring back to Melody’s mansion.


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    Qadry and Sicard escorted Artoile back to his room at the Glory Hotel.


    Inside the car, Sicard said worriedly, Warden, I think there’s something odd about Nash Calcraft!”


    Qadry narrowed his eyes as he said, “I think Nash is the one who’s trying to take over the Southern


    Martial Alliance. He’s got too much power on his hands!”


    Artoile sat in the back seat and gazed at the street lights outside. He seemed to be in deep thought.


    A momentter, he retrieved his phone and made a call.


    The call soon connected. A deep and husky voice rang out from the other end of the line. “What do I


    owe the pleasure to, Army General Golde?”


    Artoile gave a slight smile. “Colonel Scott, has the Eastern Territory received an invitation to join the


    Southern Martial Alliance?”


    “Yes, we have. However, our Warden does not intend to join!”


    “Why not?” Artoile hurriedly asked.


    “That, you’ll have to ask him yourself!” the colonel chuckled as he answered.


    “Alright, got it!”


    Artoile hung up the phone and then made another phone call.


    This time, it was to the Western Territory.


    Their answer was simr to what Sylvester Scott had said. They had received an invitation but had no


    ns to attend the establishment ceremony.


    Artoile narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, “Let’s return to the border tomorrow morning. We


    won’t be attending either!”


    Sicard and Qadry exchanged nces.


    Both had confused looks in their eyes.


    Sicard said hesitantly, “Nash Calcraft lied to us!”


    Artoile’s voice grew cold. “Are you still holding a grudge against him because of what happened to


    Anderson Jones?”


    “With all due respect, you’ve got me all wrong. I’m merely stating the facts!”


    Sicard pursed his lips sheepishly before muttering, “Our men have already gotten to the bottom of


    things. How could their results be untrue?”


    Artoile said slowly, “Sometimes… your eyes and ears can still fool you!”


    Sicard fell silent while Qadry nodded in agreement.


    Nash returned to the mansion.


    Melody, who was wearing a sleeveless nightgown, was sitting on the couch.


    Herptop was ced on top of her fair legs.


    Her elegant fingers flew across the keyboard as she typed on it.


    She looked gorgeous when she was focused on her work.


    When she caught sight of the figure standing by the door, she turned to him and smiled. “You’re


    back…”